"Ala Demetria, daughter of Shabaranigdo?" It was Medrau's turn to be nostalgic. "I am not her, though she might have been an early source of inspirational development..."
She closed in, but made no move to retrieve her weapon.
"No, I was thinking instead we might try walking through walls."
She made a familiar gesture, arm outstretched with palm forward and fingers splayed. The Dark Portal opened so close behind Mabry that tendrils of its purple-hued darkness licked the back of her neck.
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Date: 2011-07-30 03:12 pm (UTC)She closed in, but made no move to retrieve her weapon.
"No, I was thinking instead we might try walking through walls."
She made a familiar gesture, arm outstretched with palm forward and fingers splayed. The Dark Portal opened so close behind Mabry that tendrils of its purple-hued darkness licked the back of her neck.